Female Teacher Fengyue Diary

I walked back to the podium, and the familiar pride and joy of being gazed at from behind with excited or even thirsty eyes spread all over my body. I firmly believe that at this time, except for the boy just now, all the other boys’ eyes must be staring below my waist: round buttocks wrapped in black tight skirt, long and firm legs, with a pair of tulle like, slightly pan Oily meat colored silk stockings.